British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].

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Página 16 At the foot of that throne , for whose weal thou hast stood , “ Go plead for the land
that first cradled thy fame “ And bright o ' er the flood “ Of her tears and her blood “
Let the rainbow of Hope be her WELLINGTON ' s name ! INDIAN MELODY .

Página 30 A theme to crouds that knew them not , Lamented by admiring foes , Who could
not share their glorious lot ? Who would not die the death they chose ? And ,
gallant Parker ! thus enshrined Thy life , thy fall , thy fame shall be ; And early
valour ...

Página 75 For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake
and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts shall glow , As ye sweep through the
deep , While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long ...

Página 133 Surrendering his whole spirit , of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame
Should share in nature ' s immortality , A venerable thing ! and so his song
Should make all nature lovelier , and itself Be loved , like nature ! — But ' twill not
be so ...

Página 238 British melodies J H R. Period of honour as of woes , What bright careers ' twas
thine to close ! - Mark ' d on thy roll of blood what names To Britain ' s memory ,
and to Fame ' s , Laid there their last immortal claims ! Thou saw ' st in seas of
gore ...

Pasajes populares

Página 41 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.

Página 222 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.

Página 222 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

Página 240 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

Página 28 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

Página 96 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.

Página 99 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.

Página 42 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

Página 225 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.